Marian had to smile at his explanation. At how he tried to rephrased it, almost as if he were trying to be delicate about what he was trying to say. "I feel like I've nothing but simper here. Even if I've raged and got angry, and felt like I wanted to tear the walls down." Hadn't that been all she'd done with him? Simper and whine that things weren't going the way she wanted? Well no more. "I'm not his keeper, I'm not here to see if he's going to... take things well or not. He's a grown man and he can handle his own way, now that he's been shown the ropes. And he's damn well lucky that I didn't hit him when he kissed me." There. That was that. No more whining over Guy of Gisborne and his fractured heart.
Glancing out the window, she turned her head to the side. "I suppose you're right, all we're seeing is just this rise. There's no telling what could be over that one." She pointed at the hill in the distance. Why they were pondering the cow.... well she wasn't sure exactly why. But it was easy. To make up little stories about them. Whether they hated the train, whether they had shelter... Whether it rained only when they were about. "I bet they have a watering hole over there. And with all this rain, it never gets weak with water, they never have to worry over getting stuck in the muck, and unable to get out. So it's likely, if it only rains when the train is about, that they actually love seeing it come." It was the optimistic way of looking at things.
"Have you ever found the room you wanted right off?" Oh that reminded her. With a groan she passed her hand over her face. "I was showing it to Guy. The first two times I opened it, Once it looked identical to my bedroom back in Knighton Hall. The second time it was identical to his in Locksley." Which could have been why he thought he had a shot. But in all fairness 'his' room had been Robin's first. "The thought of it not giving you the room because someone wants you kept out is far to nice for this train."